Reading the DSM-5 as a dystopian novel, it becomes an obsessive catalogue of haunting afflictions and nameless characters striving for an impossibly anodyne normality.
Sections like those on the personality disorders offer a terrifying glimpse of a futuristic system of repression, one in which deviance isn’t furiously stamped out like it is in Orwell’s unsubtle Oceania, but pathologized instead.
Art by Alvaro Tapia Hidalgo
If there is a normality here, it’s a state of near-catatonia. "DSM-5" seems to have no definition of happiness other than the absence of suffering.